June 16, 2017-We all know that cats are liquid because they easily take the shape of objects that they pour themselves into! This article from our friends at the Daily Mail UK proves that cats love sunshine and they don’t care what position they have to take in order to bask in the light. My cats love bathing in the sun puddles that seep through our living room windows! Check out the article below and be sure to share your sun worshipping cat stories in the comments section:)
April 19, 2017-So #1 on the list is not what you’d expect and maybe some of you won’t be too happy with me, but I believe that first place on the list goes to…
All of the cats that have loving homes. Sure they may not have an inheritance worth millions and they may not have merchandise or be celebrities or have a television show, but what they do have is a family that loves them. They have a warm and comfortable home with the occasional cat treat or toy and once in a while maybe even some catnip. There are pictures of them on the wall or the mantle and the ones who have crossed the rainbow bridge are forever memorialized in a special spot in the yard or in an urn in the china cabinet.
They have a warm and comfortable home with the occasional cat treat or toy and once in a while maybe even some catnip. There are pictures of them on the wall or the mantle and the ones who have crossed the rainbow bridge are forever memorialized in a special spot in the yard or in the china cabinet.
They’ve got people that care about them who are foster parents and those who care about them so much that they’re willing to drop off bags of food or piles of blankets to shelters that house them. People who go out of their way to sponsor their kennel and people who tirelessly raise money to support the homeless, feral, scared, injured cats all over the world.
Maybe cats with loving homes aren’t the world’s richest cats in a monetary or material sense and maybe, WE, their caretakers are the richest ones for having them as our moral and ethical responsibilities. We are the wealthiest above all because we have their love and they have ours.
Thank you to each and every one of you that save lives and make a difference for these animals all over the world. God Bless.
March 30, 2016-Last night the large human had ham. It was agony to watch him eat it..he taunted me with every delicious bite but be sure I will exact my revenge. While the humans weren’t looking I formulated an ingenious but dangerous plan…I would steal the ham off the counter. I steadied myself on the counter and made the 20 foot leap across the room, I landed on target and pushed the plate onto the floor. Success!..but only for a moment. The small human came rushing in and pulled me away from my feast. She continues to mistreat me.
I awoke to the grasp of the small human. She and the large human have a very comfortable nest so I try to take up as much space as possible. I suppose there is a trade-off for my comfort…I must let her touch me but I insist on biting her hand every time to remind her of my power. I vomited my breakfast on the carpet to show her my dissatisfaction with the menu that never varies…I also think that she is trying to poison me. I watch her scrub the carpet and while she is doing this I climb onto her back to get a better vantage point and to look for a possible escape route. My father Simba and I are served small, dry nuggets each morning at varying times due to the small human’s laziness. I’ve retreated to my lair because I know that the humans will not be able to reach me on the highest shelf of the laundry room. There is a window and sometimes a squirrel that I watch…oh if only I were free like him to frolic in the afternoon breeze…his very being reminds me of my oppression. I hate him. Today I shall try and sleep away the horror of this place and escape into my dreams of a better life.